Hey... you... YES, YOU... check this out...
I'm gonna do something... that i have yet to do in any post in this entire blog..
curious??? well, you should be.. this incredible feat will be:
I'm gonna TRY not to complain.. (note the exquisite usage of the word 'Try', ladies n gentlemen)
ahuh... yeah... u lucked out on this one, buddy...
now, i COULD go on about how my injuries havent healed yet... but i wont
i COULD start about how strenuous my workout was yesterday (even though I enjoyed almost every second of it).... but i wont...
i COULD talk bout how seriously low on cash i am these days... but will i?? Nope...
i COULD drag on n on about how sleep-deprived I am during the week, especially this one.. but will i?? No Sir...
This time there will be NO complaints...
neways, since i cant think of anything to compl..err, i mean write about, im gonna share a memory with u guys... u know how, come September or January, there's all this 'Back to School' hype for the kids... a frenzy of shopping for schoolbags and supplies.. anyways, so whenever I hear this term, it brings back a particular memory I had in high school...
lets start from the beginning:
Millions and millions of years ago, dinosaurs roamed the earth.....
Umm.. wait... wrong story...
Ahh yes, here we go:
This happened in 2001 in the UK, during my final year of high school... School was in the city of Bath, n I'd headed down to London for the long weekend.. A classmate went along to London too, to visit his relatives. This buddy we'll call Tim.
So anyways, we head down to London, me visitin my cousins, him visitin his... so on Sunday we decide to chill out n all... met up, had a meal, hung out at Nike Town for a bit, checkin out suits for graduation, that sorta stuff... neways, we're chillin out...
before i go on, i gotta giv u some foreground on the story... we got to London by train, basically.. tickets paid for by school (they'd already extricated the money from us... literally.. cheap bastards).. so here's the deal, a school staff member went along to london as well.. and to ensure that we'd all return to school on time, he kept all our return tickets.. basically we'd have to meet him for the 6.45pm train Sunday evening... a couple of the younger kids groaned, moaned, complained (take ur pick of words), but basically u couldnt do shit about it... me n my friend, we're like, yeah we got no probs... so its cool.. so we head off... its all good mann...
neways, back to the story: so the 2 of us r chillin... n somehow one of us manages to glance at a clock... its frikkin 5pm... we're like ohh SHIT!!.. needless to say, we grabbed the train n rushed back... now, we decided that since my station was further away from Paddington station (where we'd catch the train back to Bath), id grab my stuff, meet him at his station, n we'd head there together... aight, sounds cool... so we do that...
I sprinted back home, packed my stuff (distinctly remember a FHM magazine with Katie Price a.k.a. Jordan in the UK), had second thoughts bout buyin a Halal pepperoni pizza, n got on the train.. I arrived at his station... n waited... i had no mobile phone at the time... he did.. lucky bastard... so im waitin for him... 20 mins... 25 mins.. 30 mins.. alright, I decided to call him up from a payphone... call him up n this happens:
Me: Yo Tim, where u at mann, ive been waitin for like.. ages
Tim: Yo dude.. i'm already on the way to Paddington
Me:.............................
Tim: (my name)... u there?
Me: WUTTHE****??
Tim: I was gettin late, so my uncle's like u better go
Me: Sigh.. alright, im gettin there asap..
So i literally slamdunk the phone receiver back into the holder... n im waitin for the train... only i realize, there's been no train goin to paddington since ive been here...
asked some dude, n he's like, oh that train doesnt come here anymore, so u have to go here n there, n then switch over to that train from there..
so i go... actually i didnt have time to do much of anything, cuz the next train came in just then.. so i did wut the guy told me, went here n there, n switched over to that train from there...
YES!! i made it... n its exactly 6.45pm.. awesome... the train barely opened its doors, n im outta there like Ben Johnson on steroids, carryin bout 2 tons worth of bags behind me... my shoulders r bleeding... and guess what:
I run into Paddington station JUST IN TIME to see my train pull out.. not to mention, the guy with my ticket was onboard.... i'll call him Devious Bastard from now on...doesnt matter though, cuz he doesnt appear in the story anymore.... so im watchin the train with my jaw hangin loose like i just got uppercut... n i see one of my friends just arrive as well.. n im thinkin.. atleast i made it here before him.. :P
neways, now i had a problem.. i had 20 bucks on me... ticket costs 30... sooo.... wut the heck do i do? so i see this friend of mine.. n i ask him how's he goin back, blah blah... turns out he's prolly the only dude who acted paranoid n kept his ticket to himself... we'll call him Lucky Bastard from now on... neways, so Lucky Bastard shows up... i ask him if he's got some extra cash.. the guy bullshits (REALLY easy to tell when he's bullshittin) n says he dun got anything... only the ticket back
so im like 'F**K!! now wut do i do???'
Im sittin there.. wonderin how im gonna sell my ass enuff to make some cash to get home.. just kiddin... was just wonderin bout how to get back... then i see a familiar figure approaching from the distance... WUTTHE!!! ITS TIM!!
so immediately im like 'DUDE!! u left on time to catch the train... wut the heck happened'... u wont believe wut his answer was.........
Tim: I fell asleep on the train, n went all the way to the last station...
Me: (Too shocked to say anything)...................... OOOKAYYY!! (looks up n whistles)
neways... so Tim had just 10 bucks n no ticket either... so we're totally dead.. (the thought that both our money put together cud get ONE ticket did cross my mind.. but i wasnt a bastard... Yet...)
so finally, we figure out.. the best possible way to get back ASAP.. is to get bus tickets.. which were like 11 bucks each.. so we headed down there.. turns out the next available bus is at 11PM.. no choice... bought the ticks.. ended up goofing off for the next 3 hrs... eatin some home-made chicken Tim's aunt packed.. even gave some to this homeless dude... invited him to join us for some chicken.. felt kinda nice to do sumthin for a homeless dude..
neways, so finally got on the bus... long drive back home.. did some thinking... Tim fell asleep n NEARLY missed our stop, so i had to kick him awake...
turns out we had just the right amount of cash to get us from the bus station to school... felt kinda weird roaming around the school halls at that hour (2.30AM, mind u...)
Sigh, the things we do in the pursuit of education...
Oh yeah, n the next day, the amount of heckling n shit we got from our classmates for missin the train was.. well.. pretty degrading.. so im not gonna write bout that...
Forgot to mention: Lucky Bastard took the next train back to school outta london.. did wanna ask him later how come he got from the train station back to school if he didnt have any extra cash... but i decided to let it go... wutever mann... we still ridiculed him for other shit thou...
Friday, March 24, 2006
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Omens...
so here i am fallin asleep at work again...
I think its gonna be bad day for me today... The signs are as follows:
1) Slept at friggin 1.30AM... its in the AM, so it still counts as today... yeah i know it entirely my fault for not sleeping on time, but im in a derogatory mood, so help me.. plus i had this really cool capoeira/jackie chan DVD to watch...
2) I overslept in the morning (this might have had somethin to do with sleeping late... will confirm that)... n had to get showered n dressed in record time (Clark Kent wud be put to shame)
3) I then arrived ridiculously early for work at 7.30...
4) Got caught makin one too many peanut butter sandwiches for myself
5) Tea wasnt hot
6) Was offered somethin to eat... was some sort of malay delicacy.. it tasted... different... so different I swore never to eat it again...
7) I am literally, repeatedly, going into hibernation in the office, right in front of the PC
8) Am currently broke
Yep, I can imagine the day gettin better.. but maybe thats just cuz it (hopefully) cant get any worse...
Weekend aint far away mann... I can see it in the horizon..
I think its gonna be bad day for me today... The signs are as follows:
1) Slept at friggin 1.30AM... its in the AM, so it still counts as today... yeah i know it entirely my fault for not sleeping on time, but im in a derogatory mood, so help me.. plus i had this really cool capoeira/jackie chan DVD to watch...
2) I overslept in the morning (this might have had somethin to do with sleeping late... will confirm that)... n had to get showered n dressed in record time (Clark Kent wud be put to shame)
3) I then arrived ridiculously early for work at 7.30...
4) Got caught makin one too many peanut butter sandwiches for myself
5) Tea wasnt hot
6) Was offered somethin to eat... was some sort of malay delicacy.. it tasted... different... so different I swore never to eat it again...
7) I am literally, repeatedly, going into hibernation in the office, right in front of the PC
8) Am currently broke
Yep, I can imagine the day gettin better.. but maybe thats just cuz it (hopefully) cant get any worse...
Weekend aint far away mann... I can see it in the horizon..
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
its c-c-c-c-ccc-ooollddd.. in KL!!!
Hmm.. been a while since I last wrote sumthin here... Its not like i havent had somethin to complain/whine about... just that I havent been bothered lately... plus, the feedback I get from some folks about how negative n spiteful my posts r... well, read the title ppl, thats wut its all about in this blog... so either read it, or beat it...
neways... nothin new happenin lately... got back to training... had my first session yesterday since the injury.. turned out to be a bit more taxing than I expected.. not that it was unbelievably exhausting, but I think it has more to do with the fact that I barely slept an hour the night before..
They say there r 3 essential pillars of physical fitness or success in any physical endeavour... miss out on any one of them, and any amounts of the other 2 wont be able to make up for it: Training, Diet, Rest...
Cud it be the diet?? very very possible.. i mean hey, there r only so many veggies a guy's system can digest before he starts reminiscing about the aroma emanating from his one true love: Beef...
Yes I enjoy chicken too... thoroughly.. though Id like to proudly admit the current bird-flu scare has deterred me from consuming my daily portions of our H5N1 infested friend, it'd just be a lie... n i prefer tellin the truth n stickin it out (unless there's personal physical pain involved, ofcourse)... ive been eating chicken like there's no tomorrow... come to think of it, wut if there ARE no chickens left tomorrow??? I guess my diet might be responsible for half of that, but thats beside the point mann... theyre dyin... EAT EM BEFORE THEY GO OUT!! err.... wait, i meant SAVE EM BEFORE THEY GO OUT!!!
Guess I gotta cut down on the fast food n junk...
Training... well, those of you who know me personally know thats one department I'm certainly not lacking in... I try to train 5 days a week (notice the word 'try').. But there is sumthin called overtraining, but ive heard that happens more commonly with weight-training... still, if ur not gettin enuff sleep, whilst at the same time managing to screw ur health on a SERIOUSLY greased/lubricated/oiled/deep-fried diet... well, welcome to Obe-City (obesity, get it?? no?? get lost..) n ofcourse, Fatigue-ville... come to think of it, I'm a definite supporter for the notion that we should all sleep more often.. sometimes in groups of 2 or above (with certain applicable rules, ofcourse)... however, there's seems to be a general frowning upon that sort of thinking within the office environment.. I mean, hey, i'm only nappin so I can be more productive for the remainder of my working hours... yeah, they should DEFINITELY be payin me for that... sleep on our OWN time?? naahhh no way, thats for party-time...
Basically, I've started realizing what a difference the proper amount of sleep can make in your workouts.. sure i knew it before.. i just chose to ignore it... but for some reason I seem to be more worn out these days... r the effects of symptoms of old age finally catching up with me?? I'm a few months above 23, so I guess I can safely rule that one out...
Anyways, I'm thinkin of goin back to the gym today... spoke to my instructor last nite, got a basic outline of the gym routine he follows so as to strengthen myself appropriately for capoeira... have a lil wager goin on in the back of my head: 10 bucks says i'll wimp out before the first squat n blame it on the shoulder injury... still am frikkin sleepy though... definitely need to dive right into bed as soon as i get home from training...
I'm kinda afraid of that gym though... not cuz of all the national body-builders who workout there n stuff.. aint no way theyre gonna be able to embarass my lil build by showin off their Hulk-like bulks... ive been way too embarassed in life already to take somethin like that seriously... nahh... wut scares me is I have a tendency of gettin into fights... n the odds r usually against me (we're talkin ohh...maybe 5 guys to 1...) since i always workout alone... n plus, there r steroid pushers in the gym... they go crazy mann...
sigh... lets see how it goes.. still frikkin sleepy thou... n the arctic conditions in my office arent helping either...i think if i look around, i might find an eskimo somewhere in the conference room... bitch better be sellin some parkas...
later ppl... it aint easy sittin here dozing off n tryin to think of my next line at the same time..
neways... nothin new happenin lately... got back to training... had my first session yesterday since the injury.. turned out to be a bit more taxing than I expected.. not that it was unbelievably exhausting, but I think it has more to do with the fact that I barely slept an hour the night before..
They say there r 3 essential pillars of physical fitness or success in any physical endeavour... miss out on any one of them, and any amounts of the other 2 wont be able to make up for it: Training, Diet, Rest...
Cud it be the diet?? very very possible.. i mean hey, there r only so many veggies a guy's system can digest before he starts reminiscing about the aroma emanating from his one true love: Beef...
Yes I enjoy chicken too... thoroughly.. though Id like to proudly admit the current bird-flu scare has deterred me from consuming my daily portions of our H5N1 infested friend, it'd just be a lie... n i prefer tellin the truth n stickin it out (unless there's personal physical pain involved, ofcourse)... ive been eating chicken like there's no tomorrow... come to think of it, wut if there ARE no chickens left tomorrow??? I guess my diet might be responsible for half of that, but thats beside the point mann... theyre dyin... EAT EM BEFORE THEY GO OUT!! err.... wait, i meant SAVE EM BEFORE THEY GO OUT!!!
Guess I gotta cut down on the fast food n junk...
Training... well, those of you who know me personally know thats one department I'm certainly not lacking in... I try to train 5 days a week (notice the word 'try').. But there is sumthin called overtraining, but ive heard that happens more commonly with weight-training... still, if ur not gettin enuff sleep, whilst at the same time managing to screw ur health on a SERIOUSLY greased/lubricated/oiled/deep-fried diet... well, welcome to Obe-City (obesity, get it?? no?? get lost..) n ofcourse, Fatigue-ville... come to think of it, I'm a definite supporter for the notion that we should all sleep more often.. sometimes in groups of 2 or above (with certain applicable rules, ofcourse)... however, there's seems to be a general frowning upon that sort of thinking within the office environment.. I mean, hey, i'm only nappin so I can be more productive for the remainder of my working hours... yeah, they should DEFINITELY be payin me for that... sleep on our OWN time?? naahhh no way, thats for party-time...
Basically, I've started realizing what a difference the proper amount of sleep can make in your workouts.. sure i knew it before.. i just chose to ignore it... but for some reason I seem to be more worn out these days... r the effects of symptoms of old age finally catching up with me?? I'm a few months above 23, so I guess I can safely rule that one out...
Anyways, I'm thinkin of goin back to the gym today... spoke to my instructor last nite, got a basic outline of the gym routine he follows so as to strengthen myself appropriately for capoeira... have a lil wager goin on in the back of my head: 10 bucks says i'll wimp out before the first squat n blame it on the shoulder injury... still am frikkin sleepy though... definitely need to dive right into bed as soon as i get home from training...
I'm kinda afraid of that gym though... not cuz of all the national body-builders who workout there n stuff.. aint no way theyre gonna be able to embarass my lil build by showin off their Hulk-like bulks... ive been way too embarassed in life already to take somethin like that seriously... nahh... wut scares me is I have a tendency of gettin into fights... n the odds r usually against me (we're talkin ohh...maybe 5 guys to 1...) since i always workout alone... n plus, there r steroid pushers in the gym... they go crazy mann...
sigh... lets see how it goes.. still frikkin sleepy thou... n the arctic conditions in my office arent helping either...i think if i look around, i might find an eskimo somewhere in the conference room... bitch better be sellin some parkas...
later ppl... it aint easy sittin here dozing off n tryin to think of my next line at the same time..
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Love of the game mann... Love of the game...
I've read books on a certain basketball player... im sure u've heard of him... dude goes by the moniker of Air Jordan, won 6 rings in 8 yrs, balled with the Chicago Bulls, sportin #23 all over the frikkin globe... yeah, 'heard of him' is an understatement, i know... shut up...
neways, both the books I read on the dude... documented the one period of his career where he faced being temporarily sidelined due to a severe foot injury... n the guy missed out about 62 games over the course of an 82-game season.. anyways...
I remember readin bout how the dude couldnt bear to watch his team play without him, n how he'd be fightin against management so they'd let him play limited minutes at the very least, if not the entire game.. I remember thinkin, dude, we know you love the game, but ur injury's serious, it cud get worse with another minor hit... but that never entered the dude's head... eventually the injury healed completely n the dude got back to dominating the game like we all know him to do, immediately droppin 63 on Larry Bird n what not..
neways, i aint writin to talk bout Jordan's highlights... much respect to the dude, this blog alone wouldnt be enuff to document all of those...
pertaining to the topic in mind, I recently understood his mindframe during his period of injury.. I got injured last week tryin out some flashy Capoeira move... its not crippling, Thank God, just a muscle pull (or worse, a tear, but i think id be screaming in pain if that happened).. its takin a while to heal... to be honest I cud play through the pain, since my love for the art is that strong... but i know in my mind its better to let it heal, or it could worsen, leaving me out of action for longer...
truth is, ive missed almost a week of classes... N it hurts mann... no matter the pain in my arm when i wake up each morning for almost the past week... no matter the fact that I had to consciously ignore the pain everytime I tried liftin my arm vertically... its nothin compared to the pain I feel everyday realizin I gotta miss another day of training cuz its better to let this heal... in all actuality, I could have limped my way through training if thats wut it took, but it was other reasons preventing me from attending training this week... but everytime I realized id be missin another training session, the image of MJ screaming at his coach from the sideline to let him into the game comes rushin back.. n i understand wut it must have been like...
n now i TRULY understand, wut causes a person to go on as if its the last thing he'll ever do.. to ignore all logical reason n go all out.. to ignore the pain that deters him from doin wut he loves to do n appear to be superhuman to onlookers... to feel compelled to defy all odds... to look on in wanton, then finally sayin to himself 'Screw It' n steppin out to do what he loves best... its called..
The Love of the Game...
P.S. I'm headin back to training tomorrow no matter how severe the pain... can barely hold up a berimbau, but just bein there puts me at ease... dunno bout the Bangsar Roda thou...
neways, both the books I read on the dude... documented the one period of his career where he faced being temporarily sidelined due to a severe foot injury... n the guy missed out about 62 games over the course of an 82-game season.. anyways...
I remember readin bout how the dude couldnt bear to watch his team play without him, n how he'd be fightin against management so they'd let him play limited minutes at the very least, if not the entire game.. I remember thinkin, dude, we know you love the game, but ur injury's serious, it cud get worse with another minor hit... but that never entered the dude's head... eventually the injury healed completely n the dude got back to dominating the game like we all know him to do, immediately droppin 63 on Larry Bird n what not..
neways, i aint writin to talk bout Jordan's highlights... much respect to the dude, this blog alone wouldnt be enuff to document all of those...
pertaining to the topic in mind, I recently understood his mindframe during his period of injury.. I got injured last week tryin out some flashy Capoeira move... its not crippling, Thank God, just a muscle pull (or worse, a tear, but i think id be screaming in pain if that happened).. its takin a while to heal... to be honest I cud play through the pain, since my love for the art is that strong... but i know in my mind its better to let it heal, or it could worsen, leaving me out of action for longer...
truth is, ive missed almost a week of classes... N it hurts mann... no matter the pain in my arm when i wake up each morning for almost the past week... no matter the fact that I had to consciously ignore the pain everytime I tried liftin my arm vertically... its nothin compared to the pain I feel everyday realizin I gotta miss another day of training cuz its better to let this heal... in all actuality, I could have limped my way through training if thats wut it took, but it was other reasons preventing me from attending training this week... but everytime I realized id be missin another training session, the image of MJ screaming at his coach from the sideline to let him into the game comes rushin back.. n i understand wut it must have been like...
n now i TRULY understand, wut causes a person to go on as if its the last thing he'll ever do.. to ignore all logical reason n go all out.. to ignore the pain that deters him from doin wut he loves to do n appear to be superhuman to onlookers... to feel compelled to defy all odds... to look on in wanton, then finally sayin to himself 'Screw It' n steppin out to do what he loves best... its called..
The Love of the Game...
P.S. I'm headin back to training tomorrow no matter how severe the pain... can barely hold up a berimbau, but just bein there puts me at ease... dunno bout the Bangsar Roda thou...
ZZzzzZZzzz..
Its about... 3.40 PM as I write this post... I'm...ZzZzZzZzzz...
Sorry... where was i?? oh yes... as u may have guessed, im sleepy... in fact, its wrong to just say im sleepy.. im terribly, insanely, incurably, immensely, dreadfully, horribly in need of some serious slumber... I was up all night.. ALL frikkin NIGHT!!! now i know wut ur thinking:
What ur thinkin: Dude, arent u like... done with uni n studyin n stuff?
What im sezin: yeah.. totally.. except there's hopefully a masters education comin up soon, bro
What ur thinkin: So then, wtf were u doin up all night long?
What im sezin:
because a certain (unnamed) university, to whose Masters in Computer Science program I'm applying to, require me to upload some application documents by 8AM this morning... so at 2AM, as I proceed to methodically proceed to key in the URL and 'hit' the Enter key, i get:
Cannot Find Server
is that CRAZY or wut?? i try it again.. www.uni-name-.com... same damn result..
N check this out, this isnt just the application website... the ENTIRE university's site is down...so i thought, must be sum maintenance work n all.. i waited up, watch TV for a bit.. n got back to it.. SAME DAMN THING!! Called up my friend to double check the URL, he got the same message too... Finally after waitin another hour or so, I dial up the university (which is all the way in the US, btw) n spoke to the receptionist.. Turns out, the receptionist is COMPLETELY unaware that the website is down... even worse, she's able to access it (after all, she's on the intranet).. neways, she was helpful in noting my contact information and notifying the relevant authorities of the problem.. So it was that I dozed off at 6AM with a finger on the 'F5' key... woke up with a jump-start at 7... automatically pressed the button.. WHADDAYA KNOW!!! its workin... ITS BOUT DAMN TIME, BITCH!!!
so i upload my stuff, finally submit the application at bout 7.30... n dropped on the bed... for a few peaceful hours of rest.. only to be rudely awoken at 8AM by my own alarm, reminding me I had to literally drag my ass to work once more...
I swear Im not even aware of what im typing.. my fingers r doing the talkin... my eyes r.... dreamin...
ZzZzzZZZzzzzz........
Sorry... where was i?? oh yes... as u may have guessed, im sleepy... in fact, its wrong to just say im sleepy.. im terribly, insanely, incurably, immensely, dreadfully, horribly in need of some serious slumber... I was up all night.. ALL frikkin NIGHT!!! now i know wut ur thinking:
What ur thinkin: Dude, arent u like... done with uni n studyin n stuff?
What im sezin: yeah.. totally.. except there's hopefully a masters education comin up soon, bro
What ur thinkin: So then, wtf were u doin up all night long?
What im sezin:
because a certain (unnamed) university, to whose Masters in Computer Science program I'm applying to, require me to upload some application documents by 8AM this morning... so at 2AM, as I proceed to methodically proceed to key in the URL and 'hit' the Enter key, i get:
Cannot Find Server
is that CRAZY or wut?? i try it again.. www.uni-name-.com... same damn result..
N check this out, this isnt just the application website... the ENTIRE university's site is down...so i thought, must be sum maintenance work n all.. i waited up, watch TV for a bit.. n got back to it.. SAME DAMN THING!! Called up my friend to double check the URL, he got the same message too... Finally after waitin another hour or so, I dial up the university (which is all the way in the US, btw) n spoke to the receptionist.. Turns out, the receptionist is COMPLETELY unaware that the website is down... even worse, she's able to access it (after all, she's on the intranet).. neways, she was helpful in noting my contact information and notifying the relevant authorities of the problem.. So it was that I dozed off at 6AM with a finger on the 'F5' key... woke up with a jump-start at 7... automatically pressed the button.. WHADDAYA KNOW!!! its workin... ITS BOUT DAMN TIME, BITCH!!!
so i upload my stuff, finally submit the application at bout 7.30... n dropped on the bed... for a few peaceful hours of rest.. only to be rudely awoken at 8AM by my own alarm, reminding me I had to literally drag my ass to work once more...
I swear Im not even aware of what im typing.. my fingers r doing the talkin... my eyes r.... dreamin...
ZzZzzZZZzzzzz........
Monday, March 13, 2006
i hate...
i hate my line of work....
I hate coming in to save the day when people's stupidity puts them in precarious positions..
i hate people who look at you like idiots when u speak to them/ask them a question in english...
i hate people who look at you like idiots when u speak to them/ask them a question... period...
i hate not bein paid...
i hate this work... where i have to design webpage after webpage after webpage... n that im not learning anything on the job...
i hate not bein able to have a REAL - and paying - job in this country...
i hate not enjoying the environment i work in...
i hate the fact that after almost 2 months of workin here, i still go out for lunch by myself... cuz i prefer my own company and thoughts over those of others...
i hate people who suck up to the boss...
i hate people who speak in a different dialect whenever theyre around u, in order to drill into ur head that ur an outsider, especially in the workplace...
i hate the fact that i have not been provided with the same amenities as the other employees, as i am a temp here...
i hate the person who i work for (not talkin bout the boss here), who's the most obvious imitation of Bob Barker ive ever seen (imagine a puppet), n obviously has no clue that there's life outside a PC, n who never smiles when necessary, but plasters a bitch-ass grin on his face when some lame joke is heard... i also hate the fact that i have to restrain from bitch-slapping that grin off his face...
i hate people who assign you work, and then proceed to work on the same thing without notifying u, in order to show u they can do a better job than u can... i mean y waste my time with the job then, fuckface??
i hate hypocrites.... n i also hate the fact that i can be one at times...
i hate not enjoying the community i live in...
i hate the notion that people will pretend to be ur friends thru thick n thin when u treat them right... but when u decide to stand up for urself, they decide ur not worthy of their friendship anymore...
i hate politics... all kinds of it...
i hate the fact that people show no consideration for others on the road, n the idea that they must dominate the road...
i hate people who use others...
i hate people who believe they are intellectually superior to others if they can lie to them, trick them, fool them, betray them or prank them... they are sadly mistaken...
i also hate the fact that all this negativity dwells within me...
most of all, i hate the fact that i cant change any of that right here, right now... but i dont know if i really can...or want to...
n i dont give 2 fucks if you hate me for all the stuff i just said...
I hate coming in to save the day when people's stupidity puts them in precarious positions..
i hate people who look at you like idiots when u speak to them/ask them a question in english...
i hate people who look at you like idiots when u speak to them/ask them a question... period...
i hate not bein paid...
i hate this work... where i have to design webpage after webpage after webpage... n that im not learning anything on the job...
i hate not bein able to have a REAL - and paying - job in this country...
i hate not enjoying the environment i work in...
i hate the fact that after almost 2 months of workin here, i still go out for lunch by myself... cuz i prefer my own company and thoughts over those of others...
i hate people who suck up to the boss...
i hate people who speak in a different dialect whenever theyre around u, in order to drill into ur head that ur an outsider, especially in the workplace...
i hate the fact that i have not been provided with the same amenities as the other employees, as i am a temp here...
i hate the person who i work for (not talkin bout the boss here), who's the most obvious imitation of Bob Barker ive ever seen (imagine a puppet), n obviously has no clue that there's life outside a PC, n who never smiles when necessary, but plasters a bitch-ass grin on his face when some lame joke is heard... i also hate the fact that i have to restrain from bitch-slapping that grin off his face...
i hate people who assign you work, and then proceed to work on the same thing without notifying u, in order to show u they can do a better job than u can... i mean y waste my time with the job then, fuckface??
i hate hypocrites.... n i also hate the fact that i can be one at times...
i hate not enjoying the community i live in...
i hate the notion that people will pretend to be ur friends thru thick n thin when u treat them right... but when u decide to stand up for urself, they decide ur not worthy of their friendship anymore...
i hate politics... all kinds of it...
i hate the fact that people show no consideration for others on the road, n the idea that they must dominate the road...
i hate people who use others...
i hate people who believe they are intellectually superior to others if they can lie to them, trick them, fool them, betray them or prank them... they are sadly mistaken...
i also hate the fact that all this negativity dwells within me...
most of all, i hate the fact that i cant change any of that right here, right now... but i dont know if i really can...or want to...
n i dont give 2 fucks if you hate me for all the stuff i just said...
Kill me... Kill me NOW...
no seriously... do it... DO IT!!!
the world is coming to an end... no the main cause will not be war or disease, but Insanity... n it'll pop-up where u least expect it...
alright, i'll admit, as an IT guy, I can expect situations every now n then where CERTAIN non-technical ppl may display their superfluous stupidity in everyday workplace events...
here's wut happened: I'm sitting comfortably in my cubicle (haha, i WISH i cud call it MY cubicle).. n one of the frikkin engineers comes in... n asks me to set up the conference room for a presentation... the CPU's already hooked up... so im kinda confused already.. like.. wuts to hook up??? neways, i go in... n its like the entire conference is ready n waitin to happen... but they need an IT guy to set up the presentation... seriously... n the engineer's standin behind me, breathing down my neck, it almost reminds me of the dependency Darth Vader places upon his life-support system...
n so i reach down...
extend my arm...
towards the CPU..
n press...
the POWER button..................
n lo n behold, instantaneous relief fills the engineer's whatever-fills-up-with-instantaneous-relief as the expectant Windows 98 screen pops up... kinda amazing how it soothes the mind when the Windows start up screen shows up n everyone calms down... takes a relaxing breath... exhales with ease... knowin that everything's ok...
WHATTHEFUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE????? i just pressed the frikkin ON button... YOU CANT EVEN DO THAT???? WHAT DID YOU DO AT COLLEGE???
this reminds me of another event that occurred almost a year ago... my mom's boss was in town, n had a critical presentation to prepare for some proposal crap.. neways, so she's on the phone with mom n goes: there's some highly critical modifications to be made to the presentation... u mentioned ur son was an IT guy, bring him over immediately... thats all she says... no offer for payment, or take ur time comin down but we need this today.. so mom thereby agrees to forgive all my sins if I can pull this one off for her... i mean, who needs an annual pilgrimage when circumstances like this can rid u of all sins... plus, im actually allowed to drive mom's seriously underpowered car at top-speed for the better part of an hour... oh joy!!!.. neways, we get there in like frikkin 45 mins... the boss cant even do so much as welcome us... she goes to the corner with mom n says like 'ur 45 mins late' to which I later reacted by goin 'wutthe.... were we supposed to teleport there or what??' neways... this is wut happened... i swear to God, after u read this, IT ppl (or anyone, actually.. this is THAT stupid) you will proceed to kick yourself:
she takes me into the business centre, which requires like 20 mins... n its like one fucking Dell PC with a scanner n printer attached... opens up the presentation.. Powerpoint, mind u... scrolls to the last slide (At this point i was a TAD bit nervous... cuz after all, this was my mom's boss, n she needed immediate help for a deal which might land her a truckload of dough).. points to the LAST frikkin line on the slide... n says (with an air intended only for life and death situations).... can u delete that line???
I know...
Let's ALL say it together: Kill me, Kill me NOW...
n i shud mention, she had an engineer accompanying her... n the dude was from India... INDIA!!! the land where the dude who invented Hotmail hails from... how do ppl, in this day n age, manage to get thru college without basic IT skills?
ohhh mannn... this stupid fat-ass, filthy-rich, scum-of-the-earth, so-called lady sat there while i proceeded to 'modify' the presentation... n then i asked... no really, i asked: 'is there anything else??' cuz im thinkin, please dont tell me i dragged my ass all the way to subang for just this...
Sigh.. i then proceeded to help then copy the presentation onto CD n print out the slides... genius work, i tell u... n allowed them to treat me to lemonade in the front-lobby, while i listened in on useless conversation between the boss n the engineers...
mom, can we leave.... PLEASE??? i need to whine about the hours i just wasted sittin here...
oh yeah, in order to pass my time, I hit on the lady in charge of the socalled 'business centre'... no she was no jessica alba... she was just practice...
the world is coming to an end... no the main cause will not be war or disease, but Insanity... n it'll pop-up where u least expect it...
alright, i'll admit, as an IT guy, I can expect situations every now n then where CERTAIN non-technical ppl may display their superfluous stupidity in everyday workplace events...
here's wut happened: I'm sitting comfortably in my cubicle (haha, i WISH i cud call it MY cubicle).. n one of the frikkin engineers comes in... n asks me to set up the conference room for a presentation... the CPU's already hooked up... so im kinda confused already.. like.. wuts to hook up??? neways, i go in... n its like the entire conference is ready n waitin to happen... but they need an IT guy to set up the presentation... seriously... n the engineer's standin behind me, breathing down my neck, it almost reminds me of the dependency Darth Vader places upon his life-support system...
n so i reach down...
extend my arm...
towards the CPU..
n press...
the POWER button..................
n lo n behold, instantaneous relief fills the engineer's whatever-fills-up-with-instantaneous-relief as the expectant Windows 98 screen pops up... kinda amazing how it soothes the mind when the Windows start up screen shows up n everyone calms down... takes a relaxing breath... exhales with ease... knowin that everything's ok...
WHATTHEFUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE????? i just pressed the frikkin ON button... YOU CANT EVEN DO THAT???? WHAT DID YOU DO AT COLLEGE???
this reminds me of another event that occurred almost a year ago... my mom's boss was in town, n had a critical presentation to prepare for some proposal crap.. neways, so she's on the phone with mom n goes: there's some highly critical modifications to be made to the presentation... u mentioned ur son was an IT guy, bring him over immediately... thats all she says... no offer for payment, or take ur time comin down but we need this today.. so mom thereby agrees to forgive all my sins if I can pull this one off for her... i mean, who needs an annual pilgrimage when circumstances like this can rid u of all sins... plus, im actually allowed to drive mom's seriously underpowered car at top-speed for the better part of an hour... oh joy!!!.. neways, we get there in like frikkin 45 mins... the boss cant even do so much as welcome us... she goes to the corner with mom n says like 'ur 45 mins late' to which I later reacted by goin 'wutthe.... were we supposed to teleport there or what??' neways... this is wut happened... i swear to God, after u read this, IT ppl (or anyone, actually.. this is THAT stupid) you will proceed to kick yourself:
she takes me into the business centre, which requires like 20 mins... n its like one fucking Dell PC with a scanner n printer attached... opens up the presentation.. Powerpoint, mind u... scrolls to the last slide (At this point i was a TAD bit nervous... cuz after all, this was my mom's boss, n she needed immediate help for a deal which might land her a truckload of dough).. points to the LAST frikkin line on the slide... n says (with an air intended only for life and death situations).... can u delete that line???
I know...
Let's ALL say it together: Kill me, Kill me NOW...
n i shud mention, she had an engineer accompanying her... n the dude was from India... INDIA!!! the land where the dude who invented Hotmail hails from... how do ppl, in this day n age, manage to get thru college without basic IT skills?
ohhh mannn... this stupid fat-ass, filthy-rich, scum-of-the-earth, so-called lady sat there while i proceeded to 'modify' the presentation... n then i asked... no really, i asked: 'is there anything else??' cuz im thinkin, please dont tell me i dragged my ass all the way to subang for just this...
Sigh.. i then proceeded to help then copy the presentation onto CD n print out the slides... genius work, i tell u... n allowed them to treat me to lemonade in the front-lobby, while i listened in on useless conversation between the boss n the engineers...
mom, can we leave.... PLEASE??? i need to whine about the hours i just wasted sittin here...
oh yeah, in order to pass my time, I hit on the lady in charge of the socalled 'business centre'... no she was no jessica alba... she was just practice...
It goes on...
scratch wut i said earlier... i had a near-dislocated shoulder, a test to study for, n a Masters application to submit... it APPEARED that things cud no longer take a turn for the worse...
Fate however, seems to have had other plans in mind... after 2 blissful hours of sleep (from 4am to 6am, mind you), wakin my sorry ass (yes i no longer bother with censoring my statements) up, droppin my bro to school n gettin over to work... drumroll please............ I now recognize the initial stages of a bout of flu comin on..
Sumthing's not right here... those of you who have known me for quite a while now will know I rarely get sick... im talkin once or twice a year, MAX... but lately ive been reachin new physical lows within the past few months... i shud get a check-up mann... but they cost so damn much in this country..
N my family's goin on vacation at the end of this month... I havent gotten outta this country in... (counts fingers..) 5 years... yes, 5 frikkin years... i came to KL in 2001... n have been unable to get out ever since...
Yuck... this tea tastes like turpentine...
No i have not actually tasted turpentine...
Yes i made the tea myself.. n im quite adept at that, mind u...
No its not the tea, its the damn mug im drinkin it from... seems like the soap wasnt cleaned out properly...
i gotta get outta here... outta this physical condition.. outta this office... outta this... umm.. world???
Sigh... i need to retire.... even though its at the tender (?????) age of 23...
Fate however, seems to have had other plans in mind... after 2 blissful hours of sleep (from 4am to 6am, mind you), wakin my sorry ass (yes i no longer bother with censoring my statements) up, droppin my bro to school n gettin over to work... drumroll please............ I now recognize the initial stages of a bout of flu comin on..
Sumthing's not right here... those of you who have known me for quite a while now will know I rarely get sick... im talkin once or twice a year, MAX... but lately ive been reachin new physical lows within the past few months... i shud get a check-up mann... but they cost so damn much in this country..
N my family's goin on vacation at the end of this month... I havent gotten outta this country in... (counts fingers..) 5 years... yes, 5 frikkin years... i came to KL in 2001... n have been unable to get out ever since...
Yuck... this tea tastes like turpentine...
No i have not actually tasted turpentine...
Yes i made the tea myself.. n im quite adept at that, mind u...
No its not the tea, its the damn mug im drinkin it from... seems like the soap wasnt cleaned out properly...
i gotta get outta here... outta this physical condition.. outta this office... outta this... umm.. world???
Sigh... i need to retire.... even though its at the tender (?????) age of 23...
Observation of the moment
Gee... I just realized... I have pot-belly abs... n spaghetti forearms...
DAMMIT!!!
DAMMIT!!!
cant sleep
i havent been able to sleep for the last 2 days, on account of the painfully twisted shoulder (see below)... ive been advised to get a Chinese massage.... any Chinese women out there willing to offer their services?? Applicants MUST be over 18... but not by too much, k...(hint: you dont REALLY HAVE to be good at the massage part)... but it IS gettin better, just gonna take some time off from capo training on account of the arm, n the bastardly test (again, see below)
neways... i recently had one of THE weirdest dreams EVER... even weirder than the one bout the fone-call(previously blogged)... i cant even remember the sequence of events... it was THAT messed up...
it somehow started off with me landin in NYC... n then a Chinese dude decided to show me around town... no offense to the Chinese, I respect you guys, but i wouldnt wanna be livin with a chinese dude after spendin over 5 years in Malaysia... i need some globalization mannn... where r those french babes i hear so much bout??? annyyywaayyss....
so a chinese dude shows me around...n i think he turns out to be part of some band.... n i somehow hook up with the hottest female member in the band.. n the chinese dude is a seriously addicted druggie... seriously guys, im not makin this up.. this is wut my brain decided to play in that little theatre in my head that nite... neways, somewhere during this dream, im walkin around exploring NYC by myself... n i bump into some dude on a bike... he profusely apologizes... n im like, this dude's aight... n he goes where u from dude... so i tell him... n he starts makin fun of it n rides away... n starts speakin in afghani... wutthe.... did NOT get that mann...
neways... to be honest, the racism part does scare me just a lil bit.. wut if i actually go abroad some day n that actually happens?? mind u, i get ticked off very easily... ive actually mouthed off to a management employee in my condo cuz i had the impression that she was bein racist... ahh well, thats a story for another time...
for now thou, i just cant sleep.. ok lemme be honest, i can sleep, i WANT to sleep.. but ive got stuff to do.. n im not doin it.. not just yet neways... sigh...
neways... i recently had one of THE weirdest dreams EVER... even weirder than the one bout the fone-call(previously blogged)... i cant even remember the sequence of events... it was THAT messed up...
it somehow started off with me landin in NYC... n then a Chinese dude decided to show me around town... no offense to the Chinese, I respect you guys, but i wouldnt wanna be livin with a chinese dude after spendin over 5 years in Malaysia... i need some globalization mannn... where r those french babes i hear so much bout??? annyyywaayyss....
so a chinese dude shows me around...n i think he turns out to be part of some band.... n i somehow hook up with the hottest female member in the band.. n the chinese dude is a seriously addicted druggie... seriously guys, im not makin this up.. this is wut my brain decided to play in that little theatre in my head that nite... neways, somewhere during this dream, im walkin around exploring NYC by myself... n i bump into some dude on a bike... he profusely apologizes... n im like, this dude's aight... n he goes where u from dude... so i tell him... n he starts makin fun of it n rides away... n starts speakin in afghani... wutthe.... did NOT get that mann...
neways... to be honest, the racism part does scare me just a lil bit.. wut if i actually go abroad some day n that actually happens?? mind u, i get ticked off very easily... ive actually mouthed off to a management employee in my condo cuz i had the impression that she was bein racist... ahh well, thats a story for another time...
for now thou, i just cant sleep.. ok lemme be honest, i can sleep, i WANT to sleep.. but ive got stuff to do.. n im not doin it.. not just yet neways... sigh...
Sigh...
Frustration settin in.... must..... do... sumthin...
sigh... lame i know...
mann, im SO screwed... not literally... but seriously... SO screwed... I gotta study for a test, which occurs a day earlier than i thought it would (not like it makes a difference, im still unprepared)... the infamous GRE, if ur curious... the Math sections's alright, thank God.. but the english is a frikkin pain in the arse... i mean who USES words like Neologism or Extemporaneous in this era?? or in any other era, for that matter??? sheeeshh...
n to top it off, ive gotta fill in an application to a university ASAP... ive gotta write a personal statement for that application, n God knows wut not... if admissions counselors from any US unis out there r readin this, wuts with ALL the admissions essays ppl?? oh well, man's gotta do wut a man's gotta do...
no not that... i was referring to the essays... the time will come for the other stuff a man's gotta do...
aww mann im sleepy... its frikkin 2AM in the morning as i write this... Yes i do have to go to work in the morning... no i cannot apply for a sick leave, even though i have just reason:
After the Roda at last friday's capoeira class, i proceeded to (almost methodically) nearly dislocate my shoulder... was tryin out a cool move where u kick in the air n balance urself using one hand, i slipped on my sweaty palm (relax, all u ladies out there goin 'ewwwww' in disgust rite now... i had a good workout... n u women cant complain until u stop ur arm-pits sweatin neways.. i mean wuts with that??? ewwwww!!!). neways, i slipped on my sweaty palm, heard 3 cracking sounds (or wut i thought were cracking sounds), but luckily moved my arm out from under me before i fell...
Yes it seems like my senses become extraordinarily acute when im in danger... yes i also can think exceptionally fast when im falling... no i do not develop super powers as well...
neways, i lay there on the ground with my right arm outstretched unable to move for a good couple of minutes... until the pain subsided, n obviously with a little aid from a training partner well-versed with injuries (you know who u r, n thanks alot for ur help bro)..
neways, no dislocation or broken bones... just a twist of the shoulder n triceps muscles.. no doctors necessary, just rest... n i hate goin to hospitals, with the stench of all that Dettol around... as a result, i couldnt make it for a performance at a uni's cultural nite.. damn, imagine all the international hotties there... not to mention im not goin for trainin until im done with my test
the good news is i can pretty much go all out in my training after this week, since there wont be too much to distract me.. n i might start playin basketball again, thanks to a neighbour... cant wait to make those jumpshots again... hopefully the competition will be as lousy as i am.. or lousier, im not complaining here :-) ...
sigh... lame i know...
mann, im SO screwed... not literally... but seriously... SO screwed... I gotta study for a test, which occurs a day earlier than i thought it would (not like it makes a difference, im still unprepared)... the infamous GRE, if ur curious... the Math sections's alright, thank God.. but the english is a frikkin pain in the arse... i mean who USES words like Neologism or Extemporaneous in this era?? or in any other era, for that matter??? sheeeshh...
n to top it off, ive gotta fill in an application to a university ASAP... ive gotta write a personal statement for that application, n God knows wut not... if admissions counselors from any US unis out there r readin this, wuts with ALL the admissions essays ppl?? oh well, man's gotta do wut a man's gotta do...
no not that... i was referring to the essays... the time will come for the other stuff a man's gotta do...
aww mann im sleepy... its frikkin 2AM in the morning as i write this... Yes i do have to go to work in the morning... no i cannot apply for a sick leave, even though i have just reason:
After the Roda at last friday's capoeira class, i proceeded to (almost methodically) nearly dislocate my shoulder... was tryin out a cool move where u kick in the air n balance urself using one hand, i slipped on my sweaty palm (relax, all u ladies out there goin 'ewwwww' in disgust rite now... i had a good workout... n u women cant complain until u stop ur arm-pits sweatin neways.. i mean wuts with that??? ewwwww!!!). neways, i slipped on my sweaty palm, heard 3 cracking sounds (or wut i thought were cracking sounds), but luckily moved my arm out from under me before i fell...
Yes it seems like my senses become extraordinarily acute when im in danger... yes i also can think exceptionally fast when im falling... no i do not develop super powers as well...
neways, i lay there on the ground with my right arm outstretched unable to move for a good couple of minutes... until the pain subsided, n obviously with a little aid from a training partner well-versed with injuries (you know who u r, n thanks alot for ur help bro)..
neways, no dislocation or broken bones... just a twist of the shoulder n triceps muscles.. no doctors necessary, just rest... n i hate goin to hospitals, with the stench of all that Dettol around... as a result, i couldnt make it for a performance at a uni's cultural nite.. damn, imagine all the international hotties there... not to mention im not goin for trainin until im done with my test
the good news is i can pretty much go all out in my training after this week, since there wont be too much to distract me.. n i might start playin basketball again, thanks to a neighbour... cant wait to make those jumpshots again... hopefully the competition will be as lousy as i am.. or lousier, im not complaining here :-) ...
Up there.. its a bird.. its a plane.. its... just some superhero showin off..
I was watchin 'Batman Begins' again today... I just love that movie... a movie that finally shows a superhero from a realistic point-of-view... but there's just one phenomenon that still goes unexplained... I realized this after Batman's first victory (which occurs when he defeats Carmine Falconi): after his first victory, the movie then goes on to show the superhero standing on the peak of some tall building, usually gazing down upon the city... I saw this in Batman Begins, n it even occurs in Spiderman (after Spiderman's first victory, when he kills his uncle's killer)
basically wuts the idea behind it? does the director try to show the superhero's now assumed responsibility for the entire city from WAYYYY up there?? alotta good that's gonna do if he cant even see/hear a crime from that far up ahead... just imagine someone gettin mugged down below, lookin up at batman on that tower n screamin 'Get ur butt down here, dumba**!!!
or maybe, deep down inside, that's where the hero always runs off to in order to avoid the cops.. i mean hey, its the highest peak up, no stupid cop's gonna come up there, rite??..
LOL, while we're on the subject of Batman Begins, check this out... in the scene where Batman grabs Rachel Dawes (Katie Holmes) n drives off half-way across Gotham on a wild goose chase, this conversation takes place:
Batman: Stay calm...
Rachel: (Wakes up from her slumber, but has a peaceful look bout her, besides the fact that a giant bat is right next to her.. i mean, she must have read the comics :P... but neways, she's calm, cuz.. well.. Batman told her to be calm...)
Batman: You've been poisoned.
Rachel: HOLY CRAP!!!! WUTTHEF**K YOU TALKIN BOUT??? (actually she just gives off a huge gasp... but my point is... y bother tellin her to stay calm n then tellin her she's been poisoned?? its not like she's thinkin ohh wait i'm with Batman, its alright if i get poisoned..)
Conclusion: Batman's gotta put some serious work into his people skills...
another thing bout superheroes.... im sure most of the people readin this wud have seen atleast ONE episode of Smallville... now i gotta say sumthin here... its a very inspiring series yes, I often find my optimism rejuvenated after an awesome episode every now n then... BUT:
ever notice that even through all those frikkin episodes where some guy/gal or the other always mutates as a result of all the kryptonite residue lyin around... doesnt anyone EVER think of evacuating the city in order to clean it up? i mean, do they KNOW or EXPECT that somehow sumthin or someone will save them from wutever happens... like they know superman exists...
n this observation about Smallville from a brother of mine, who requested anonymity (well, he didnt really request it, but im damn well givin it to him...) : What about when Clark Kent actually becomes Superman? he's already walkin around with no glasses.. so when he finally becomes Superman, how's he gonna hide his identity??? a mask, perhaps??????
ending on a happy thought: Katie Holmes looks SERIOUSLY appealing in a silk top without a bra... go figure... then again, so does Jennifer Aniston... n Angelina Jolie... n Holly Valance.. and... this cud go on a while... u get the idea...
basically wuts the idea behind it? does the director try to show the superhero's now assumed responsibility for the entire city from WAYYYY up there?? alotta good that's gonna do if he cant even see/hear a crime from that far up ahead... just imagine someone gettin mugged down below, lookin up at batman on that tower n screamin 'Get ur butt down here, dumba**!!!
or maybe, deep down inside, that's where the hero always runs off to in order to avoid the cops.. i mean hey, its the highest peak up, no stupid cop's gonna come up there, rite??..
LOL, while we're on the subject of Batman Begins, check this out... in the scene where Batman grabs Rachel Dawes (Katie Holmes) n drives off half-way across Gotham on a wild goose chase, this conversation takes place:
Batman: Stay calm...
Rachel: (Wakes up from her slumber, but has a peaceful look bout her, besides the fact that a giant bat is right next to her.. i mean, she must have read the comics :P... but neways, she's calm, cuz.. well.. Batman told her to be calm...)
Batman: You've been poisoned.
Rachel: HOLY CRAP!!!! WUTTHEF**K YOU TALKIN BOUT??? (actually she just gives off a huge gasp... but my point is... y bother tellin her to stay calm n then tellin her she's been poisoned?? its not like she's thinkin ohh wait i'm with Batman, its alright if i get poisoned..)
Conclusion: Batman's gotta put some serious work into his people skills...
another thing bout superheroes.... im sure most of the people readin this wud have seen atleast ONE episode of Smallville... now i gotta say sumthin here... its a very inspiring series yes, I often find my optimism rejuvenated after an awesome episode every now n then... BUT:
ever notice that even through all those frikkin episodes where some guy/gal or the other always mutates as a result of all the kryptonite residue lyin around... doesnt anyone EVER think of evacuating the city in order to clean it up? i mean, do they KNOW or EXPECT that somehow sumthin or someone will save them from wutever happens... like they know superman exists...
n this observation about Smallville from a brother of mine, who requested anonymity (well, he didnt really request it, but im damn well givin it to him...) : What about when Clark Kent actually becomes Superman? he's already walkin around with no glasses.. so when he finally becomes Superman, how's he gonna hide his identity??? a mask, perhaps??????
ending on a happy thought: Katie Holmes looks SERIOUSLY appealing in a silk top without a bra... go figure... then again, so does Jennifer Aniston... n Angelina Jolie... n Holly Valance.. and... this cud go on a while... u get the idea...
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
LAME!!!
Saw this Indian TV-drama last nite... for the first time in ages.. n it was like totally predictable... not like Indian Bollywood-movie-predictable.. those r finally starting to provide some entertainment..
for those of u familiar with Indian dramas, this one was titled 'Heena'.. its pretty old, so no doubt ppl wud have heard of it... still lame thou... n Astro's decided to broadcast reruns of this, most-pathetic drama ever... n on a personal note, its totally insulting to Muslims as it attempts to portray them as the most backward religion ever... im not here to judge, but i just disagree with that view.. strongly... how strongly?? i'll flick u off if u argue... neways, here's wut i know of the story from one episode:
Girl, named Heena (hence, the title.. hint, hint..), daughter in a muslim family, is married off to a fu**up named Sameer, son in another Muslim family..
Heena n Sameer dont know shit bout each other... Girl obeys parents, n decides that she will like/love him no matter what, once she's married to him ofcourse (hmm, never thought i'd fall in love on command... son, go love that girl.. yes dad i'll make love to her.. no son i said love her not make love.. love, make love, same thing dad, dun be so cheap :P )... oh n btw, he's being forced to marry the same girl 3 times in a row... innovative, aint it? ;)
Sameer's in love with some other chick called Ruby, n is forced to marry Heena.. I dun blame him, Ruby's way finer than Heena, n dresses hotter too (she's muslim too, btw.. Take THAT, u backward-drubbing whores)..
Now, Ruby doesnt give 2 fu**s bout the fact that she's gonna break up a marriage.. plz note that i do not say happy marriage here... n Sameer... well, he's the most boring dude i've ever seen... its like he was put on prozaic as a baby by his mom, n then she made him giv it up for his star performance as Dopey in 'Snow White n the Seven Dwarves'.. either that, or he prolly learnt the meaning of sodomy the 'hard' (literally) way too early in life... I'm not suggesting that guys learn about it thou, no thank you...
Sameer's dad is hands-down the WUSSIEST person i've ever met... everytime some shit goes down, its like his hand is programmed to automatically clutch his heart (or left tit, seein as he was quite a 'well-rounded' person)..
The lady who plays Sameer's mom must have the easiest acting job ever... Yes, even easier than the heart-clutcher, who atleast SOMETIMES must feign some emotion.. neways, HER job comprises of either 1) complaining to Sameer's dad (see above), 2) making phone calls to the family doctor that Sameer's dad keeps clutching his heart, or 3) Play Dad's Sidekick... at some point during the drama you realize she barely ever speaks more than a few words to him.. all she does is act as an accessory to the dad when he scolds the shit outta his son...
Heena's Dad.. well I dun think he appears in the episode i saw.. either that or he's dead... her Mom, however, is a feisty lil bit**.. no i didnt mean it that way, u crazy-a** MILF-Hunters... she can talk mannn.. and she can argue...she Obviously resents the fact that after marrying-and-subsequently-divorcing her daughter twice, Sameer is gonna marry her once more... at some point she realizes things have gone on too far... way to catch on quick, mom...
the family doctor is a funny-a** SOB himself... after discovering that Sameer has divorced Heena for the 2nd time in a row talks things over with his own son, n miraculously comes to the conclusion that now that theyre 'fully' divorced (how do u become FULLY divorced?? can i get half a divorce n hook up with some other chick at the same time??), they can be married again.. at this point, you go WHATTHEF**K??? so then, without consulting the girl, the guy, the guy's parents, he goes off to the girl's mom (see above) who, bein the feisty lil bit** that she is, finally refuses... he then proceeds to go the guy n talk to him bout the shock, horror that crossed his mind when he heard bout the divorce.. HELLOOO!!! its not ALWAYS about YOU, Doc.. or didnt they teach u that at medical school?? n to top it off, you can frikkin NOTICE him bursting into fits of laughter while discussing the 'shock and horror' that crossed his mind.. n plz note, the dude reacts to every medical treatment like he's administering it for the first time.. YOU'VE BEEN THE FAMILY DOCTOR FOR 20+ YEARS!!!! wuttheheck have u been doing???
The doctor's son has taken it upon himself to drive Heena around everytime she needs to visit her mom or go somwhere.. u can tell at some date he's gonna admit he's in love with her..
N Heena has no dress-sense... she still thinks its day number 1 of her marriage, hence proceeds to dress like an over-dressed bride every frikkin day... n she's skinny as hell.. i mean PUT SOME MEAT ON THOSE BONES, WOMAN!!! she's obedient like crazy.. i mean like a trained dog wud look at her n go 'you're obedient as hell, bit**'... actually the dog wud go 'Woof, woof, woof', but im sure the translation wud go sumthin along those lines... neways, back to the dog, i mean, the bit**.. Heena has never heard of the word retaliation... her limited vocabulary comprises of words like 'obedient', 'mom', 'parents'... she has recently learnt words like 'yes', 'husband', 'dear', 'marriage', 'divorce', 'go to Hell, bit**', 'ooohh baby gimme some of that...' wait that last phrase was someone else... my bad... neways... hopefully she will pick up words like 'no', 'screw you', and 'you can take that ring of yours n shove it where the sun dont shine'..
anyways, she's too obedient... she never disagrees or has an opinion on anything... if i had a wife like that i'd be like 'Is she alive???' do you HAVE an opinion, woman??? then i'd prolly be callin that crazy funny doctor (see-above) to check her pulse n pressure, n give her some anti-depressants, to which he'd react by first finding out what all that stuff i just said meant... come to think of it, mite be good to have a wife like that around.. honey im goin out on a date.. ok dear, have fun... n clear the house n leave by 10pm, i'll be bringin her back home.. yes dear..
Sigh, I have too much time on my hands...
later, ppl...
for those of u familiar with Indian dramas, this one was titled 'Heena'.. its pretty old, so no doubt ppl wud have heard of it... still lame thou... n Astro's decided to broadcast reruns of this, most-pathetic drama ever... n on a personal note, its totally insulting to Muslims as it attempts to portray them as the most backward religion ever... im not here to judge, but i just disagree with that view.. strongly... how strongly?? i'll flick u off if u argue... neways, here's wut i know of the story from one episode:
Girl, named Heena (hence, the title.. hint, hint..), daughter in a muslim family, is married off to a fu**up named Sameer, son in another Muslim family..
Heena n Sameer dont know shit bout each other... Girl obeys parents, n decides that she will like/love him no matter what, once she's married to him ofcourse (hmm, never thought i'd fall in love on command... son, go love that girl.. yes dad i'll make love to her.. no son i said love her not make love.. love, make love, same thing dad, dun be so cheap :P )... oh n btw, he's being forced to marry the same girl 3 times in a row... innovative, aint it? ;)
Sameer's in love with some other chick called Ruby, n is forced to marry Heena.. I dun blame him, Ruby's way finer than Heena, n dresses hotter too (she's muslim too, btw.. Take THAT, u backward-drubbing whores)..
Now, Ruby doesnt give 2 fu**s bout the fact that she's gonna break up a marriage.. plz note that i do not say happy marriage here... n Sameer... well, he's the most boring dude i've ever seen... its like he was put on prozaic as a baby by his mom, n then she made him giv it up for his star performance as Dopey in 'Snow White n the Seven Dwarves'.. either that, or he prolly learnt the meaning of sodomy the 'hard' (literally) way too early in life... I'm not suggesting that guys learn about it thou, no thank you...
Sameer's dad is hands-down the WUSSIEST person i've ever met... everytime some shit goes down, its like his hand is programmed to automatically clutch his heart (or left tit, seein as he was quite a 'well-rounded' person)..
The lady who plays Sameer's mom must have the easiest acting job ever... Yes, even easier than the heart-clutcher, who atleast SOMETIMES must feign some emotion.. neways, HER job comprises of either 1) complaining to Sameer's dad (see above), 2) making phone calls to the family doctor that Sameer's dad keeps clutching his heart, or 3) Play Dad's Sidekick... at some point during the drama you realize she barely ever speaks more than a few words to him.. all she does is act as an accessory to the dad when he scolds the shit outta his son...
Heena's Dad.. well I dun think he appears in the episode i saw.. either that or he's dead... her Mom, however, is a feisty lil bit**.. no i didnt mean it that way, u crazy-a** MILF-Hunters... she can talk mannn.. and she can argue...she Obviously resents the fact that after marrying-and-subsequently-divorcing her daughter twice, Sameer is gonna marry her once more... at some point she realizes things have gone on too far... way to catch on quick, mom...
the family doctor is a funny-a** SOB himself... after discovering that Sameer has divorced Heena for the 2nd time in a row talks things over with his own son, n miraculously comes to the conclusion that now that theyre 'fully' divorced (how do u become FULLY divorced?? can i get half a divorce n hook up with some other chick at the same time??), they can be married again.. at this point, you go WHATTHEF**K??? so then, without consulting the girl, the guy, the guy's parents, he goes off to the girl's mom (see above) who, bein the feisty lil bit** that she is, finally refuses... he then proceeds to go the guy n talk to him bout the shock, horror that crossed his mind when he heard bout the divorce.. HELLOOO!!! its not ALWAYS about YOU, Doc.. or didnt they teach u that at medical school?? n to top it off, you can frikkin NOTICE him bursting into fits of laughter while discussing the 'shock and horror' that crossed his mind.. n plz note, the dude reacts to every medical treatment like he's administering it for the first time.. YOU'VE BEEN THE FAMILY DOCTOR FOR 20+ YEARS!!!! wuttheheck have u been doing???
The doctor's son has taken it upon himself to drive Heena around everytime she needs to visit her mom or go somwhere.. u can tell at some date he's gonna admit he's in love with her..
N Heena has no dress-sense... she still thinks its day number 1 of her marriage, hence proceeds to dress like an over-dressed bride every frikkin day... n she's skinny as hell.. i mean PUT SOME MEAT ON THOSE BONES, WOMAN!!! she's obedient like crazy.. i mean like a trained dog wud look at her n go 'you're obedient as hell, bit**'... actually the dog wud go 'Woof, woof, woof', but im sure the translation wud go sumthin along those lines... neways, back to the dog, i mean, the bit**.. Heena has never heard of the word retaliation... her limited vocabulary comprises of words like 'obedient', 'mom', 'parents'... she has recently learnt words like 'yes', 'husband', 'dear', 'marriage', 'divorce', 'go to Hell, bit**', 'ooohh baby gimme some of that...' wait that last phrase was someone else... my bad... neways... hopefully she will pick up words like 'no', 'screw you', and 'you can take that ring of yours n shove it where the sun dont shine'..
anyways, she's too obedient... she never disagrees or has an opinion on anything... if i had a wife like that i'd be like 'Is she alive???' do you HAVE an opinion, woman??? then i'd prolly be callin that crazy funny doctor (see-above) to check her pulse n pressure, n give her some anti-depressants, to which he'd react by first finding out what all that stuff i just said meant... come to think of it, mite be good to have a wife like that around.. honey im goin out on a date.. ok dear, have fun... n clear the house n leave by 10pm, i'll be bringin her back home.. yes dear..
Sigh, I have too much time on my hands...
later, ppl...
GET OUTTA MY WAY, JACKA**!!!
Ever wonder what its like to be a car in a traffic jam?? No, im not referrin to having someone inside of you (literally) screaming 'Faster, Faster!!' n honking ur horn (again, literally) every now n then... shame on u horny bast**ds n bit**es for thinkin that way...
neways, gettin back to the topic.. well, try takin a swim sometime... at the swimming pool at my condominium... hehe, sounds like im showing off eh?? is that what u think??? that'll change in a couple of minutes...
My building is primarily infested (niiiiice choice of words.. u'll see y) by students of a nearby uni... I shall not name the uni or the condo, unless the condo management offers to pay me whatever I request...
every evening I head down to the pool for a swim, rip off my t-shirt (translated: find my way out of the huge t-shirt), walk to the shower proudly displayin my.. umm.. nevermind...
no, thats not wut i was gonna talk bout... was sumthin else...
let it go...
seriously...
neways, i had the mandatory shower (which there's no law against, btw, for all u swimmers out there who just jump into the pool like its ur own personal bath-tub with obviously NO concern for hygiene.. i mean who knows where u guys have been n wut u've brought into the tub, err, pool..) walked over to the pool, did the customary highly-unmanly-place-foot-in-the-pool-n-feel-temperature ritual, before satisfactorily jumping in... looked around... saw a few bobbing heads around, which kinda resembled those floaters they place to distinguish between lanes in a swim meet...
neways, warmed up.. n took off for the first lap... here's wut im thinkin as i started: alright, this is gonna be a good workout after a few laps... here's wut really happened: 'Oww!!.. sorry mann... its ok, its ok...' so i went back to the start, cuz i hate stoppin a lap in the middle.. on the way, I feel like a kid tryin to cross a busy street, swimmers just drifting by... dun get me wrong, i can swim.. i cud have just as easily swum right below em without their knowing, but some ppl get freaked out imagining u just wanted to get a look at their privates... yes im talking about women here... yes i do close my eyes (i CAN keep my eyes open in the water thou ;-) so beware )... no i dont touch n poke... yes its still safe for u to swim over me... no guys arent invited to swim over me... so neways, i swear its just like steppin off the curb onto the street: ok its safe to cross now.. look BOTH ways before crossing, son!!.. ur GONNA GET KILLED!!
neways, make it safely back to the start... n take off again... now it feels like im on the highway... why?? cuz im cruisin along at my own leisurely speed.. n then some jerk who's swimming next to me decides he wants to race.. so u notice him pick up speed.. sure, it might just be a coincidence that he's right there n workin out too... but then u stop at the other end... n he stops... u take a breather.. so does he... n then u get ready to start again.. n WUTTHE... SO DOES HE!!! so im like... AHA!!! FIGURED U OUT, B**CH!!!.. so wut do i do?? fake out... yes, at this point i failed to realize how lame i am... but i was in the moment, so wutever...i act like im gonna take off... n i do.. n then stop short n let him pass... n as I watch him wading off into the distance, madly racing with... noone... i stand tall... well, not that tall..just my own height... neways, i stood tall.. n gave him.. the look (for an understanding of the look, check out 'Zoolander'.. or 'The New Guy'.. either one is fine)... n i say, to noone in particular: 'Astalavista, Baby..' (cue theme song from 'Terminator 2: Judgement Day')..
not to mention, after my swim, when i took the mandatory shower again, there was a queue.. similar to queueing up at a toll, wouldnt u agree?? wuts pissing off thou, is the fact that NONE of these ppl showered before goin in, n now that theyre done, they shower.. so basically, its like sayin 'i bring all my filth into the pool... n then i wash up.. so im clean, i dun really care bout you fu**ers..'
so there's my comparison between a crowded swimming pool, n traffic jams... comments??
one more similarity: when u look at a crowded pool or a traffic jam from the window of a 20th floor apartment, it looks like ants r congregating (hence the earlier choice of the word 'infested')... thou in a jam, they look like theyre all lining up to go into the ant-hill.. in the pool, they loook like theyre all fussin about a dead ant... go figure...
neways, gettin back to the topic.. well, try takin a swim sometime... at the swimming pool at my condominium... hehe, sounds like im showing off eh?? is that what u think??? that'll change in a couple of minutes...
My building is primarily infested (niiiiice choice of words.. u'll see y) by students of a nearby uni... I shall not name the uni or the condo, unless the condo management offers to pay me whatever I request...
every evening I head down to the pool for a swim, rip off my t-shirt (translated: find my way out of the huge t-shirt), walk to the shower proudly displayin my.. umm.. nevermind...
no, thats not wut i was gonna talk bout... was sumthin else...
let it go...
seriously...
neways, i had the mandatory shower (which there's no law against, btw, for all u swimmers out there who just jump into the pool like its ur own personal bath-tub with obviously NO concern for hygiene.. i mean who knows where u guys have been n wut u've brought into the tub, err, pool..) walked over to the pool, did the customary highly-unmanly-place-foot-in-the-pool-n-feel-temperature ritual, before satisfactorily jumping in... looked around... saw a few bobbing heads around, which kinda resembled those floaters they place to distinguish between lanes in a swim meet...
neways, warmed up.. n took off for the first lap... here's wut im thinkin as i started: alright, this is gonna be a good workout after a few laps... here's wut really happened: 'Oww!!.. sorry mann... its ok, its ok...' so i went back to the start, cuz i hate stoppin a lap in the middle.. on the way, I feel like a kid tryin to cross a busy street, swimmers just drifting by... dun get me wrong, i can swim.. i cud have just as easily swum right below em without their knowing, but some ppl get freaked out imagining u just wanted to get a look at their privates... yes im talking about women here... yes i do close my eyes (i CAN keep my eyes open in the water thou ;-) so beware )... no i dont touch n poke... yes its still safe for u to swim over me... no guys arent invited to swim over me... so neways, i swear its just like steppin off the curb onto the street: ok its safe to cross now.. look BOTH ways before crossing, son!!.. ur GONNA GET KILLED!!
neways, make it safely back to the start... n take off again... now it feels like im on the highway... why?? cuz im cruisin along at my own leisurely speed.. n then some jerk who's swimming next to me decides he wants to race.. so u notice him pick up speed.. sure, it might just be a coincidence that he's right there n workin out too... but then u stop at the other end... n he stops... u take a breather.. so does he... n then u get ready to start again.. n WUTTHE... SO DOES HE!!! so im like... AHA!!! FIGURED U OUT, B**CH!!!.. so wut do i do?? fake out... yes, at this point i failed to realize how lame i am... but i was in the moment, so wutever...i act like im gonna take off... n i do.. n then stop short n let him pass... n as I watch him wading off into the distance, madly racing with... noone... i stand tall... well, not that tall..just my own height... neways, i stood tall.. n gave him.. the look (for an understanding of the look, check out 'Zoolander'.. or 'The New Guy'.. either one is fine)... n i say, to noone in particular: 'Astalavista, Baby..' (cue theme song from 'Terminator 2: Judgement Day')..
not to mention, after my swim, when i took the mandatory shower again, there was a queue.. similar to queueing up at a toll, wouldnt u agree?? wuts pissing off thou, is the fact that NONE of these ppl showered before goin in, n now that theyre done, they shower.. so basically, its like sayin 'i bring all my filth into the pool... n then i wash up.. so im clean, i dun really care bout you fu**ers..'
so there's my comparison between a crowded swimming pool, n traffic jams... comments??
one more similarity: when u look at a crowded pool or a traffic jam from the window of a 20th floor apartment, it looks like ants r congregating (hence the earlier choice of the word 'infested')... thou in a jam, they look like theyre all lining up to go into the ant-hill.. in the pool, they loook like theyre all fussin about a dead ant... go figure...
Hi.. just callin to find out y i was on the fone with u...
Last nite, I had a dream... no, not the Martin Luther King variety... this was more along the lines of wakin up in the middle of the night n gettin the heck outta bed thinkin u just soiled urself, but in all actuality its just ur sweat (for a clear picture, picture Kane/Undertaker wakin up from the dead after they've just been slammed to the ground... only bout a million times faster)
What was the content of my dream, u ask? well, to put it simply, I dreamt I was on the phone with someone I was recently acquainted with, n lets just say we didnt see eye-to-eye on some issues.. hence we're not-so-acquainted anymore... n get this... I dreamt i was on the phone with her, chattin her up like nothin had happened, n for some reason i was actually bein nice to her... WHATTHEF**K???!!?!??? is that a remake of 'A Series of Unfortunate Events' or what?? thou admittedly she WAS a tad bit more appealing than Jim Carrey... just a tad, mind u...
some guys out there will realize the 'nitemarish' issue within this dream... most guys wont, thou... i mean.. y the hell wud i call her up after that fallin-out we had?? i wasnt in the wrong there, ppl... y the hell wud i suck up to her n chat her up?? i mean with all due respect, this is ME we're talkin bout (cue theme from the original 'Superman' movie).. SHE shud be the one doin the chattin up (I know... I respect myself... alot more than i need to.. but still...) n y the heck was I bein NICE??? nice guys finish last, remember?? even worse, I think I dialed her handphone (thats cellular for the Americans readin this, if any...).. sheesh, in this day n age... dialing handphone numbers is expensive.. i'm broke enuff havin to pay for my own food n capo training, n i still dun have enuff money to join a decent gym.. n i'm callin this ho on her handphone?? HeLL NO!!
neways, whether I woke up from realizing these issues during my dream i do not remember... i do remember wakin up thou... n then this morning, while I monotonously dragged my sorry a** to work, I remembered n thought: The Twilight Zone???
What was the content of my dream, u ask? well, to put it simply, I dreamt I was on the phone with someone I was recently acquainted with, n lets just say we didnt see eye-to-eye on some issues.. hence we're not-so-acquainted anymore... n get this... I dreamt i was on the phone with her, chattin her up like nothin had happened, n for some reason i was actually bein nice to her... WHATTHEF**K???!!?!??? is that a remake of 'A Series of Unfortunate Events' or what?? thou admittedly she WAS a tad bit more appealing than Jim Carrey... just a tad, mind u...
some guys out there will realize the 'nitemarish' issue within this dream... most guys wont, thou... i mean.. y the hell wud i call her up after that fallin-out we had?? i wasnt in the wrong there, ppl... y the hell wud i suck up to her n chat her up?? i mean with all due respect, this is ME we're talkin bout (cue theme from the original 'Superman' movie).. SHE shud be the one doin the chattin up (I know... I respect myself... alot more than i need to.. but still...) n y the heck was I bein NICE??? nice guys finish last, remember?? even worse, I think I dialed her handphone (thats cellular for the Americans readin this, if any...).. sheesh, in this day n age... dialing handphone numbers is expensive.. i'm broke enuff havin to pay for my own food n capo training, n i still dun have enuff money to join a decent gym.. n i'm callin this ho on her handphone?? HeLL NO!!
neways, whether I woke up from realizing these issues during my dream i do not remember... i do remember wakin up thou... n then this morning, while I monotonously dragged my sorry a** to work, I remembered n thought: The Twilight Zone???
Monday, March 06, 2006
U call THAT a jam?? well, check THIS out...
alright.. as promised... the traffic jam... ive always wanted to complain bout jams... funnily enough, when i finally have an outlet for that, i get the mother of all jams, n not to mention, the father of all thunderstorms to cause it... place was so packed up, i had to cancel goin for my capo session.. those of u who know me personally will realise the brevity of the situation..
neways, u always watch movies/hear stories/dream bout gettin caught up in a jam with a frikkin fine chick in the car next to u (or for u gals, some lame-a** stud)... lemme clarify at this point, ppl, that only happens in movies/stories/dreams... usually wut happens is ur stuck with the most awful, hairy, illiterate, cigarette-smokin, tooth-pick chewin, nose-pickin, gender-confused guy/gal starin the heck outta u... btw, if u DO dream at the wheel bout the person next to u, wake ur a** up!!! thats how accidents happen...
neways, so there i am in my lil car (i wont name it, cuz its the suckiest of the suckiest cars, respect-wise, n it gets dissed enuff by the general public... n plus its been faithful so far..depending on ur definition of faithful).. stuck on Jln Tun Razak.. n im tryin to get into my lane... so this dude in a white VIOS or sumtin got behind me... i see sumthin in my rear-view mirror.. turns out he's flickin me off for comin into his lane... wutthe.... def occurred to me to turn back n do the same... neways, waited for the dude to pull-up next to me... took so frikkin long for him to get ahead of me i just got tired of waitin...
basically, y the heck r ppl on the road so frikkin inconsiderate of others? i mean just cuz u own a nice car ( n its a frikkin VIOS, not a Merc or a damn 6-series), does that frikkin giv u the right to dominate the road?? u look well-educated, well-off, n all that crap, but when it comes to jams you start fighting for ur way... sigh.. oh well.. now that i've said all that... i guess it justifies my doing the same in the future.. n if u get in my face bout it... i'll refer u to this post... n then i'll flick u off.. :)
Later ppl...
Btw, the numero uno on my list of all-time-unanswerable questions: How do traffic jams get started neways, DAMMIT?????? do ppl wake up one fine morning n say to themselves 'OK, lets refuel n go start a jam somewhere.. call up the gang.'... A***holes!!!
neways, u always watch movies/hear stories/dream bout gettin caught up in a jam with a frikkin fine chick in the car next to u (or for u gals, some lame-a** stud)... lemme clarify at this point, ppl, that only happens in movies/stories/dreams... usually wut happens is ur stuck with the most awful, hairy, illiterate, cigarette-smokin, tooth-pick chewin, nose-pickin, gender-confused guy/gal starin the heck outta u... btw, if u DO dream at the wheel bout the person next to u, wake ur a** up!!! thats how accidents happen...
neways, so there i am in my lil car (i wont name it, cuz its the suckiest of the suckiest cars, respect-wise, n it gets dissed enuff by the general public... n plus its been faithful so far..depending on ur definition of faithful).. stuck on Jln Tun Razak.. n im tryin to get into my lane... so this dude in a white VIOS or sumtin got behind me... i see sumthin in my rear-view mirror.. turns out he's flickin me off for comin into his lane... wutthe.... def occurred to me to turn back n do the same... neways, waited for the dude to pull-up next to me... took so frikkin long for him to get ahead of me i just got tired of waitin...
basically, y the heck r ppl on the road so frikkin inconsiderate of others? i mean just cuz u own a nice car ( n its a frikkin VIOS, not a Merc or a damn 6-series), does that frikkin giv u the right to dominate the road?? u look well-educated, well-off, n all that crap, but when it comes to jams you start fighting for ur way... sigh.. oh well.. now that i've said all that... i guess it justifies my doing the same in the future.. n if u get in my face bout it... i'll refer u to this post... n then i'll flick u off.. :)
Later ppl...
Btw, the numero uno on my list of all-time-unanswerable questions: How do traffic jams get started neways, DAMMIT?????? do ppl wake up one fine morning n say to themselves 'OK, lets refuel n go start a jam somewhere.. call up the gang.'... A***holes!!!
Mine, Mine all Mine!!
The title of this blog reminds me of a Daffy Duck episode where Daffy discovers a cave-full of jewellery n then proceeds to bury Bugs alive into the ground...
More aptly suited to this situation though, it indicates that after years (okay, okay, months) of commenting on others' blogs and 'sharing' blogs, I finally have one that I can call my own... The reason?? I could think of a few, but it does justice to admit that I was just too damn lazy..
Anyway, visit this blog in the future (btw, I commend you for having read this far) and you MAY find incoherent ramblings, vented frustrations of everyday life, and well, hopefully alot more... for now I cant think of what else to include, since I'm freezing my a** off in this mind-numbingly cold environment I prefer to call my 'office' (notice the similarity with 'orifice'), which leads me to wonder why I havent gone home yet... which I will now do.. n will no doubt encounter a traffic jam enroute... and will write about later tonite... maybe...
I'm gonna stop now...
Seriously...
Go away...
(P.S. I only watched Daffy Duck as a kid... I dont do that anymore... now I watch Dexter... shaddup!!)
More aptly suited to this situation though, it indicates that after years (okay, okay, months) of commenting on others' blogs and 'sharing' blogs, I finally have one that I can call my own... The reason?? I could think of a few, but it does justice to admit that I was just too damn lazy..
Anyway, visit this blog in the future (btw, I commend you for having read this far) and you MAY find incoherent ramblings, vented frustrations of everyday life, and well, hopefully alot more... for now I cant think of what else to include, since I'm freezing my a** off in this mind-numbingly cold environment I prefer to call my 'office' (notice the similarity with 'orifice'), which leads me to wonder why I havent gone home yet... which I will now do.. n will no doubt encounter a traffic jam enroute... and will write about later tonite... maybe...
I'm gonna stop now...
Seriously...
Go away...
(P.S. I only watched Daffy Duck as a kid... I dont do that anymore... now I watch Dexter... shaddup!!)
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